The truth is, Doctor, he has had his sufferings from Human Stupidity; and was always fond of hitting objects on the raw.
For the rest, as you may see, heartily an old Stoic, and takes matters in the rough; avoiding useless despondency above all; and intent to have a cheerful hour at dinner if he can.
Visits from his Kindred are still pretty frequent; never except on invitation.

For the rest, completely an old Bachelor, an old Military Abbot; with business for every hour.

Princess Amelia takes care of his linen, not very well, the dear old Lady, who is herself a cripple, suffering, and voiceless, speaking only in hoarse whisper.

I think I have heard there were but twelve shirts, not in first-rate order, when the King died.

A King supremely indifferent to small concerns; especially to that of shirts and tailorages not essential.